Saturday was Race Day...For Everyone Except Me!

Saturday (11/16) was the Veteran's Memorial Bridge Run.  This was supposed to be my "coming out" party, and my first race after all this stress fracture malarky.  Did you notice that I used phrase "was supposed to be" in that previous sentence?  Yes, you know where this is going.  Yes, I was still a part of the event, but I finished in 26th place in my age group.  Do you know what that is?  I'll tell you: it's crap! 

It's a running race for Christ's sake, not a walking race, but I still haven't been cleared to run.  (It's getting close, though!!  Woo hoo!)  So the best I could do was power-walk my way to 26th place.  (For you "mathy" types, that corresponds to 367th place out of 579 runners who crossed the finish line.  Yes, shitty, I know.)  Had there been a power-walking division, I'm pretty sure I would've kicked some major butt there; alas, no such division existed, so I'm relegated to 367th.  Pitiful.

Ok, enough of this pity party!  Ready for some possibly good news?  Tomorrow, I'm set to be at 85% of my body weight on the AlterG and will be able to run the entire time!  Can I get a "woo hoo" from the crowd?! 

So, kiddos, keep your fingers, toes, and any other body parts crossed.  If 85% goes well on Wednesday, it'll be 90% on Friday!  Maybe the Thanksgiving Turkey Trot will be my "coming out" party!!!  As Mr. Shrives, my 5th grade teacher used to say, "Time will tell."  Or, as Andy Cohen from Bravo says, "Watch what happens!"